My life sucks today.

Ugh, my friends from school are a bunch of posers and fakes. And they care all too much about having a bf/gf that they don't actually like them.

Take my friend. She's been going out with this guy since October. They've known each other since forever, so that's not the point. He doesn't talk to her and flirts with other girls very obviously. All of us, her so called friends tell her to break up with him and she's like "I don't want to hurt his feelings!" and we're like "What fucking feelings? He clearly likes you enough to go talk to other girls more than you." So anyway, this girl that clearly likes him hatches evil plans to split them up. She's an underclassman. -dies of laughter- so anyway, like my friend was like I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU ALONE. And she took all of my friends but me so I was just like "whatever, I'm leaving." I left.

My other friend has a boyfriend and the only reason she hasn't broken up with him is because she "hates being single". I'm like WTF. I'VE NEVER HAD A REAL BF. YOU'RE OBSESSING BECAUSE THIS GUY YOU SO CALLED "LIKE" DOESN'T FUCKING CALL YOU. You know why I haven't had a bf yet? It's because all the guys in my grade are assholes or try too hard to be cool.

I freaking hate my dad. So like today, I have half my grade due TOMORROW and it needed to be printed. So I go downstairs an hour before the Staples closes to make sure I get there before the store closes. So, I'm down there and my dad's been sitting around down there drinking. Not drinking heavily, but enough so a few of his words were slurred. So I said, "Hey dad, could you help me print this project really fast?" and he said "okay". So we sit down there for fucking 45 minutes waiting for him to quit blathering on about whatever the hell he was blathering on about. UGH.
We leave our home just in time to see the store is closed.

At this point in time, I'm about to shoot him. And then, when we're driving home from the store, he's swerving all over the road and he thinks this is natural, then spills my thing that needs to be bound all over the dirty muddy floor of the car.

fml. fmfl.